PART 2:
I married him knowing he had a child... I loved them both like my own.
But the truth I discovered nearly broke me.
One day, while looking for a pen in his bag, I found something that changed everything... 😭😭💔
I didn't know the name of the drug.
But I knew that feeling the one that starts in your stomach and slowly climbs to your throat, refusing to let you breathe properly.
I stood there, pen forgotten, the small packet heavy in my palm.
wait mask at To so cry clusiong told myselto That evening, I placed it on the table between us.
"What is this?" | asked.
He froze. Not confused. Not surprised.
Just... caught.
He laughed lightly, the kind of laugh people use when they're buying time.
"It's nothing serious," he said. "Just something the doctor recommended."
"For what?" I asked.
He avoided my eyes.
"For... family planning."
The room spun.
Family planning?
With who?
He rushed to explain. Too fast. Too many words. Said it was "temporary."
Said it was "to regulate things." Said I wasb"misunderstanding."
But my body already understood what my heart was afraid to accept.
For three years, I had carried a child that wasn't mine. Financially, emotionally, spiritually while praying silently for one of my own.
For three years, i blamed myself.
I counted days. Took leaves. Swallowed shame.
And all this time...
He had been planning something else.
"Did you take this so I wouldn't get pregnant?" I asked, my voice barely louder than my thoughts.
He didn't answer immediately.
That silence was louder than any confession.
"I did it for peace," he finally said. "Things were complicated."
Complicated.
So my tears were "complicated."
My empty womb was "complicated."
My sacrifices were "complicated."
I realized then that the problem was never infertility.
It was betrayal wearing the mask of responsibility.
I excused myself and went to the bedroom. locked the door - not to punish him, but to protect myself.
That night, I didn't cry.
I didn't pray.
I didn't even feel angry.
I just kept asking one question over and over:
If a man can deny you motherhood while making you raise another woman's child... what exactly did he marry you for?
And for the first time since I said I do, I started imagining a life where I chose myself.
Final part loading
